1863, Kyoto.

The young painter with high spirits stood beside the Tokugawa clan's team entering Beijing, splashing ink, and using gentle and delicate brushstrokes, the heroic appearance of the teams of samurai riding by was vividly displayed on the paper.

On this day, he and fourteen of the most famous Ukiyo-e masters in the world worked together to draw more than 200 long picture scrolls, "The Row of the Tokaido" and "The Fifty-three Tuhui of Suehiro". People don't know you.

"Yes, at the age of twenty-four, you can become a famous painter in Edo, and you can make a name for yourself. What kind of reward do you want?"

The frail, spirited white-haired old man looked at himself, the youngest closed disciple, with admiration.

"It's the teacher who has taught me carefully for many years, and the disciple has nothing else to think about..."

The man bowed to thank him, and suddenly felt a chill.

In the crack of the door on one side, a familiar pretty eye was staring at him angrily.

"Gudong."

"...Can, can you, give me Tachibana."

The man swallowed hard, put his hands together in front of him, and slowly pressed his forehead to the ground.

"Although I'm just a side child of Ji Yi's family, with my painting skills, I can definitely give her a happy life!"

After saying this sentence with all his strength, the man lay on the ground like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced to death, trembling slightly, his neck and ears were already burning red.

"Cough, my body, I haven't had a good life for a few years..."

The always strict old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and for the first time he showed a kind smile: "While I can still hold the pen, hurry up and get married... On your wedding day, I will draw a picture for you with my own hand!"

"teacher……"

...

"Orange."

When Tokugawa Fangnian came back to his senses, six lines of blood and tears fell silently from those big eyes like six-petaled chrysanthemums.

"It reminds me of some past events... Your Excellency is really cruel."

And the violent elbow of the black giant arm was already approaching him at this time.

"I... my power?"

Just as he was about to leave, Tokugawa Fangnian discovered a fact that surprised him.

In the gust of wind that the giant arm waved and brought up, countless gray and white breaths were drawn away from his body along with the airflow.

Before that elbow could reach, he had already pulled away half of the power of ghosts and gods in his body, making him feel as if he was in the deep sea, and all his movements were frozen.

"No!!! I can't lose these powers until I reach the pinnacle of painting and complete the 'final work'!"

The furious Tokugawa Yoshinian tried his best to reach out his left hand and grabbed the gray stone bowl in front of him with difficulty.

"...In order to allow me to complete my mission, I can only respectfully invite Your Excellency to temporarily retreat!"

If the terrifying black arm continues to approach, even if it misses, he will completely lose the power to maintain his existence.

"Boom!!!!"

With the sound of the huge organ, the buildings that covered the entire three-dimensional space and imitated the construction of Wakayama Castle began to stretch, move, reverse, and transform around the inner wall like a Rubik's cube.

For a time, this three-dimensional space with a disordered sense of direction suddenly turned into a running drum-type washing machine.

It makes the brain of the person in it confused, causing visual dizziness, not to mention distinguishing up and down, left and right, and even standing normally is extremely difficult.

The platform at the feet of Sosuke Araki and Yuma Yumori was also divided into several pieces and began to spread out to the surrounding side walls.

"not good!"

Seeing that the platform was about to be completely retracted, and the two were about to fall into the endless abyss below, Sousuke Araki turned around and picked up the dizzy bird Yumako "Princess", and leaped onto the continuously rotating and retractable building on the cave wall. .

As Sousuke Araki stepped aside, the elbow that was about to hit Tokugawa Yoshinian also deflected, swiping across the roof next to him.

With his beastly intuition and terrifying dynamic vision, this running dislocation has little effect on him.

However, the buildings that made the sound of the operation of the organs seemed to have life aimed at the two of them. With the arrival of Sosuke Araki, they continued to rotate and retract, leaving him nowhere to stay.

"That guy is aiming at me! However, he doesn't seem to be able to precisely control a wide range of construction organs at one time, you hide here first..."

Glancing at Tokugawa Yoshinen, who was sitting cross-legged on the roof and seemed to be manipulating something, Sosuke Araki put Yumayumi Kotori into a longhouse, turned around and stepped on the building at the other end.

Sure enough, after he left, the nearby buildings stopped moving.

"Teacher Araki..."

In the long house where even the furniture was slanted, he stood up slowly, the little bird Yumayumi, who came back to his senses, decisively hung the "dry gouyu" on his chest on the door of the room.

"In the name of Akagi Himeomi, bestow the domain of the gods!"

As several talisman papers ignited, a sacred aura instantly enveloped the longhouse where she was.

"...Give me, stop!"

Then, she opened the window like an Edo girl looking out at the streetscape...

Then he drew a bow and drew an arrow, without hesitation, aiming at Tokugawa Yoshinen above.

"woo woo woo woo……"

The invisible arrow rushed towards Tokugawa Fangnian, but passed through him directly and dissipated on the building behind.

"Humph."

Even this sharp invisible arrow could not break through the space distorted by Tokugawa Yoshinian.

"In this life, I have painted countless works in this Immortals and Shouyuan, and today I leave you as a guest to appreciate...until I agree with my art!"

In the building complex on both sides of the spiral staircase, among the countless pictures without misery, blood-stained ghosts and samurai began to climb out.

"Roar……"

With bloodthirsty roars, they rushed up from below like a swarm of locusts along the stairs surrounding the cave wall and the uneven buildings.

"Hey, if you want to keep me as a guest, you have to see if you have that ability!"

At the same time, Sousuke Araki has stepped on the building complex that is constantly expanding and transforming on the inner wall, approaching Tokugawa Yoshinen's position like an agile monkey.

"Sousuke Araki! That ghost is very slippery~lightnovelpub.net~ I can try to hold him back for a moment! You can find a chance to use that trick again..."

On the other side, Mochizukiche, whose body was covered in dried blood, with only his scalp glowing green under the moss, was also surrounded by him, stepping on the roof and quickly climbing up.

At that moment, Tokugawa Yoshinian's reactions were all under his eyes.

"Of course, I mean if you can still use it!"

This ghost and god, who is disdainful of ordinary means of removing spirits, seems to have scruples about the existence summoned from the body of the evil monk.

"Don't say it once, it's fine ten times!"

On the opposite cliff, Sousuke Araki responded with a loud voice.

"However, after talking for a long time, do we know each other... Who are you?!"

"puff…………"

Hearing his question, Mochizuki Che, who was already injured, suddenly lost his breath and spat out a mouthful of blood stuck in his chest, only to feel that his breathing was a little smoother.